I am flipping out.

You guys, my baby, and he IS a baby, because he just turned three like 2.2 seconds ago, is starting preschool in THREE DAYS and I am FLIPPING OUT.

I’m worried about, oh, I don’t know…EVERYTHING. I am worried his first, second, and third day will be an two hour and forty-five-minute long fit. I am worried he is going to pee his pants, because he STILL will not use a big potty. He uses his little potty like a boss, but I am pretty sure we’re not supposed to take it to preschool. I’m worried he’s going to spend the whole time crying, scared, upset, freaked out. I’m worried he is going to be scared of the other kids. I’m just…worried. I know he’ll adjust but I wish he didn’t have to adjust. I wish he could just bound in on his first day and love it, and do great, and be happy, and magically overcome his speech delay.

Adjustment is going to be hard…and I’m getting tired of hard.

To get Jonah ready for school, I made a photo book of pictures of his classroom and his teachers that I took when we visited the classroom. I wrote a little story about him going to school to go along with the pictures. He L-O-V-E-S it! Score! But will he love it when it turns into real life? I don’t know…I can only hope.

We’ve also been doing a countdown (which is what the picture above is all about), and he’s really into that too.

But here’s the thing.

He starts school Monday, and Monday and Tuesday are supposed to be BELOW ZERO next week. Which means it is very likely that school will be cancelled. So…the countdown may countdown to…nothing. Anti-climactic anyone? I hope the weather cooperates, because I REALLY need this ball to be rolling. Wherever this train is going, I want it to pull out of the station, so we can get moving on progress. Progress, progress, progress…

And maybe my worry can at least become less generalized. Stay tuned!